My husband tells me this everyday. I smile and give the obligatory thank you, glad that he thinks so. I glance in the mirror and wonder why he thinks as much. I just don’t see it. All I see in the reflection is a tired, plain woman with kind eyes, the same hairstyle, too much weight here, a blemish there. I pretend to be happy with what I see for the benefit of the 2 growing boys and the 3 little girls that watch.
I look through the computer photo albums searching for a time where I was happy with what I saw, a goal to return to. Only I look and look and look to find not one image where I was happy with the way I look. Again, I see flaws, but I see something else too.
I see my son hugging me full of love.
I see 2 of my kids feeling so safe and calm that they find sleep.
I see my littlest of little girls looking for all the answers in my eyes.
And I begin to see what he sees, what they all see:
I AM BEAUTIFUL!